If Trees Could Talk

I wonder if the trees could talk Would they tell about the breeze? Would they talk about the sunshine? Or of their many different leaves? Would they talk about that woodpecker That's roosted on their limb? Or maybe device a brilliant plan To rid themselves of him Would they tell us of their thirst? And celebrate the rain Would they talk about their fear of fire? And how they hate the flame Would they talk about the winter? And how it robs them of their shields As the winter winds scatter their leaves Across the barren fields Would they talk about the summer heat? And the sacrifices they've made As they hold their limbs high and stong To cast our needed shade Would they talk about their Creator? Who rules from Heaven above And profess undying gratitude And never ending love